Grade-A Jackass: Letters to the Editor

Readers respond to "Plagiarism, Inc."

This kid does not know what he is talking about. A porn shop or a strip club may be considered immoral, but are certainly not unethical. Knowingly selling essays for other people to claim as their own can certainly be considered immoral, too. The ones who purchase the essays are definitively being unethical.

Lipo Spiel

What's unethical about a strip club or porn shop? What he's doing is actually unethical, not just in poor taste.


Anyone that is aghast at this is living in a bubble. Most colleges, most degrees, are completely hollow of actual meaning or substance. I was never challenged by a class at my notable four-year college, completing all of my own work with ease. However, I saw hundreds (maybe thousands) of "bookworms," people so completely saturated with a desire to succeed that it consumed their lives. At the end of the day the outcome is clear. Of those overwhelmed and dizzy kids who had no time for anything but the next assignment, I know of none who have met the level of success that my friends and myself now enjoy. In my fraternity there was a constant trade of "write my paper for $100 by tomorrow" or any number of similar barters. We were then free to socialize and network—building relationships that would pay dividends orders of magnitude higher than the scholarly march of assignment after assignment.

This guy does sound like a massive failure in the making, but not because of the concept of the business. He will fail because he doesn't take care of the people who work for him. He is motivated by the wrong outcomes. For that he will fail. Otherwise, I believe that no college student (undergraduate) should be forced to jump through the endless hoops that are spawned by nothing more than the professors own late-night cram session to turn in the lesson plan that is due tomorrow.

Pro tip: Google "lesson plans for sale," "lesson plans," or any of the like...and you will see that this is just human nature. People smart enough to navigate the road and get the degree will still have to be smart enough to satisfy an employer; you can't bullshit that all the time. But if you do, congrats!

Abridged version: Undergraduate education is a complete joke. Jump through the hoops and make as many real friends as possible in the meantime. Those friends will open more doors than any diploma.

Also: this Kavoosi guy seems like a douche.


I wrote for the shithead Jordan and did many nursing papers and research papers for med students. I could not write it, but Jordan accepted a paper for a med student on stem cell research—I am sure the student was not happy with the paper, that is, if Jordan even delivered it. Jordan will say yes to every paper—every level, every subject—and may not give a refund to the student if the paper is not delivered.


While it's undeniable that academic ethics have taken a nosedive in recent years, accepting that as inevitable requires a level of cynicism I do not aspire to. After reading this article I wrote to the Apple Valley City Council informing them that I don't plan on spending any money in their city until they take measures to ensure that businesses such as Jordan Kavoosi's cannot operate there. I encourage anyone who has similar opinions to do the same.


The story shows black-market economics in action. Where there's demand, there's supply. To me, the biggest issue is when those demanding and those supplying get screwed in the transfer—kind of like a homework pimp, I guess. The funny thing is that this sort of gray-area business isn't limited to strip malls. As someone who has taken a couple of grad classes at the U of M, I can tell you that they aren't much better in some cases. I took an online class this winter based on the fact that a well-known professor was teaching it. Wrong. Instead, a TA who was in Beijing at the time facilitated. In the private sector, it's known as bait-and-switch.

Craig R.

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